Little thoughts floating like cute fluffy clouds, space and time and ****, gone,
Sometimes it starts to rain, and things speed up, whirlwinds, disasters and I’m running away from it or even to it for that matter.
I’m the tornado, it swirls inside of me.
I can’t stop it.
I can’t control it.
The world is so fast and it’s faster than my tornado, I can’t slow it down.
When I try, it’s like standing in hyper speed.
I am lost.
Inside of me inside of it.
I’m dizzy. I’m tired.
Just slow down a little bit.
Just for me to catch up.
I’m the tornado.
I miss the fluffy clouds.
Everything is fast.
Little thoughts.